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A Whatsapp group chat between the 2026 F1 drivers run by Sebastian Vettel. How I imagine a group chat between all the F1 drivers would go 😅 **Video version of the chapters on my IG @ProudF1mama (check the EXTERNAL LINK at the end of the chapter)

and the longing to love, to love you, more.

sharing my thoughts and standpoints with you, we can have conversations about the things that I write here, come along!

*Cups of Tea* is a collection of poetry about longing, femininity, love, and the quiet chaos of being in love with someone who lingers in your mind like a familiar song. Through soft confessions, romantic daydreams, and late-night thoughts, Hajer Ibrahim captures the fragile beauty of modern love, the kind hidden in shared glances, unfinished conversations, voice notes, jealousy, memories, and cups of tea left growing cold. The poems move between tenderness and sentiments, vulnerability and pride, telling the story of a girl who feels too much yet continues to love fearlessly. With dreamy imagery, intimate details, and a delicate feminine voice, *Cups of Tea* invites readers into a world where heartbreak tastes sweet, longing feels poetic, and every emotion arrives like rain against a bedroom window at midnight. This book is for the hopeless romantics, the overthinkers, and the ones who still replay certain names in their heads long after the conversation ends. Additionally, the speaker does not blame the other side, but she expresses every single feeling she has been through. Each poem holds a specific emotion; the book explores different feelings in one connection.

+ Multi genre but with a majority fantasy and urban fantasy + Under 750 words + All chapters are standalone unless specified otherwise and aren't in order + Pretty much nobody is straight

< This is a kind of ｡.°˚ journal entry I wrote randomly, based on some deep thoughts or short story. It might not be for everyone. > ᥫ᭡.

A love letter that aches. A goodbye note that holds all the memories And two souls hanging on by a thread. Astra is no stranger to grief. She lost her little sister, Harley, and the silence left behind has followed her ever since. But when she meets Orson-a quiet boy with haunted eyes and too many secrets-something in her begins to stir again. Something like hope. Orson is planning to die. He's counted the days, written the note, and picked the place. But then comes Astra-light-filled, stubborn, and terrifyingly kind-and suddenly, letting go doesn't feel so simple. As the days draw closer to Orson's planned goodbye, Astra finds herself falling for the boy made of silence and sorrow. And Orson, against every part of him that has given up, starts to wonder: what if he stayed?

What happens when two people who were never supposed to become close suddenly find themselves becoming something more? Mara Galvez and Mavin Rahman started with nothing but random conversations, endless bardagulan, and a connection neither of them expected. It was fun. It was real. And for a while, it felt like maybe there could be an us. But not every story ends with two people choosing each other. Sometimes, you meet someone, make memories with them, and still end up as nothing more than an almost. This is a story about two people, one unexpected connection, and everything that happened in between. This is Almost Us.

Little pieces of imaginations put up on the Internet. (that are a tad bit cringey)

When eighteen-year-old Teri meets twenty-three-year-old Shalom in London, all she wants is a hole to crawl into and hide. An embarrassing stain and an unforgettable smile are all she has to go on, but finding her savior after summer break feels impossibleㅡuntil social media steps in. Teri tracks Shalom down, only to learn he's a budding actor. She writes, he replies, and a flirtship sparks between the French-Kinoise and the English-Jamgirian. Three months later, their spark ignites into a second encounter. Just as Teri's saxophones start getting louder, Shalom gets the call that changes everything, launching him from an acting hopeful into global stardom. Years pass. Teri moves on, earning her degree and building a career as one of the industry's most popular movie podcasters, all while watching the boy from Peckham become an A-lister and one of the world's most sought-after bachelors. The big screen is now the only place Teri can see Shalom. At least, that's what she thinksㅡuntil life finds a crazy way to make their worlds collide onboard a long-haul flight.

" A different kind of Ice Cream, a different kind of Smile. Welcome to Sunny Sunday, What can we do for you? " Ice Cream Every Tuesday Cute Textes Between Strangers Late Night Phone Calls Justin didn't expect to tell the ice cream boy he was gay, he also didn't expect that the ice cream boy would continue to talk to him. He didn't expect to meet him. He most certainally didn't expect to fall in love. Each Chapter Is A New Flavour Of Life.

|| CLOSED & JUDGING || Tired of contests never having poetry? Well, that changes today. Welcome to The Slam Dunk Poetry Contest, where this is an awards for poetry only. It will have 11 categories, so plenty of chances to submit! There are no payments, so this is a 100% free contest. Participants will receive prizes just for signing up, though of course placements will receive exclusive prizes. So, are you ready? Let's dive in!

Social anxiety, awkward social situations, and odd conversations are sure fun when you're a young teen! Not. The funny, weird, and random all in one book.

I... Umm... So like I'm not well. I'm just not. So I want to write about random times w the Avengers and like Marvel peeps in general. If that makes sense. Like... Being comforting. So I can look back and read this and smile and shit. This book is complete =)

🌙 MIDNIGHT IN THE VATICAN "The Pope asked the questions no one dared." Every night, when the world sleeps, the Pope sits alone with Jesus. Not in a grand cathedral - but in a quiet study, by candlelight, speaking honestly. About doubt. About corruption. About suffering. About why God allows pain. About what it truly means to lead. He does not ask for himself. He asks for millions of voices that were never heard. A story of courage, honesty, and the conversation that changed everything. by penraven

I'm a person with a lot of things on my mind. I need an outlet for whatever I think about at 3 am that for some reason doesn't let me fall asleep when I need to. I wanna talk about life and issues and relationships. Basically regular things. I hope my problems help you forget or at least help you fix your problems. I dunno.

This are my short stories and poems and some utter nonsense really... I guess you can say that this is my journal...

Atara was just in such a good place after finding out her acceptance in Ateneo de Manila University. The thing is, she's half way around the world. The thing to do now is move to The Philippines away from her family and start to get comfortable with her aunt's family.

Here's every Waterparks lyric to ever fucking hit an album. Enjoy. (I'm slowly fixing them, don't fucking fight me, and also all credit goes to Waterparks)

One collects souls when their time is up. The other tempts them to leave early. In a world that turns blindly, two ancient beings meet again and again - not to wage war, but to speak. To sit above rooftops after a body falls. To linger in alleyways where screams once echoed. Death is cold, still, and bound by order. He does not judge, does not interfere - only arrives when time runs out. The Agent of Death is chaos incarnate - a wicked, theatrical spirit who whispers despair into the hearts of the fragile, pushing them to end it all. Their job isn't to save. Their job isn't to destroy. Their existence lies in the quiet tension between letting go... and letting fall. This is not their story of redemption. This is a story of conversations - between stillness and storm, silence and laughter, guilt and denial. And beneath it all, the ever-burning question: Who truly causes death - the one who takes... or the one who convinces you to stop holding on?